Friday, October 29, 2004

Postal Service, drinking and football. Yeah, I don't know either.

I've had this song stuck in my head for nearly a week, so I'm just going to blog it and hope it goes away. I have my doubts, though. It's all the lyrics to the Postal Service's song Nothing Better. The blue is the guy singing and the red is the girl.

Will someone please call the surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you’re deserting for better company?

I can’t accept that it’s over, so I will bar the door
Like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter
Of a tied-game of rivalry.

So just say how to make it right
And I swear I’ll do my best to comply.

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?

I feel I must interject here.
You’re getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
With these revisions, and gaps in history.
So let me help you remember. I’ve made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear.
I’ve prepared a lecture on why I have to leave.

So please back away and let me go

I can’t my darling I love you so.

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together.

Don’t you feed me lines about some idealistic future.
Your heart won’t heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.

I admit that I have made mistakes
I swear I’ll never wrong you again.

You’ve got a lure I can’t deny
You had your chance so say goodbye.
Say goodbye.

Aside from that, Joy and I went out drinking last night with our new friend Fresh and I am totally wrecked today. God. I am never doing that to myself ever again. It was awesome...don't get me wrong. And Fresh completely rocks my world. However, I was late to work and now I have to deal with the fallout. Which should be minimal since it was an honest mistake.

Oh, and my phone suffered a serious blow to the head last night that destroyed the LCD screen, so I'm in the process of getting numbers from all my friends, which is hell. I am dreading putting them all in once I get a new phone. Which I needed anyway, but it's still a pain in the ass. Although it will be nice to get a phone that isn't held together by a ponytail holder. Yeah, I'm really classy.

And I still don't have a costume. Dammit. I think I'm going to Catholic Schoolgirl it.

No more caffeine for me. I'm shaking like a leaf. Ugh.

Oh, and don't forget to cheer for the Packers this weekend against the Redskins. Apparently there is some true but obscure statistic that says the outcome of the last Redskins home game before the election has predicted the winner for the past seven decades. If they win, the incumbent wins the election. If they lose, the challenger wins. So for the sake of democracy, cheer for the Packers and Kerry wins. Best case scenario.

Quote of the Day: "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut." Ernest Hemingway.

1 comment:

ME said...

i need to know who u r, this same shit happened with the song...
u were the one to get it..
please answer